As Delia and Aria walked through Rafe’s mansion, Delia couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded her. The mansion exuded an air of elegance and opulence, with its grand architecture and meticulously manicured gardens that overlooked Azure Bay. Tall, arched windows flooded the interior with natural light, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors and intricately carved wooden furnishings. Delicate crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their sparkling lights dancing in the dimly lit corridors. As they approached the dining room, the anticipation of the dinner ahead mingled with the stress from Nate's unexpected visit hung in the air. She caught sight of Ethan and Alex already waiting inside. Ethan winked at her, giving her a warm smile and Alex stood tall, his expression unreadable as he nodded towards her. Rafe and Nate were the last ones to enter. Rafe went to stand at the head of the table, his silver g
Delia navigated her way through the winding roads of St. John in her new Yellow Mini convertible. The wind tousled her hair as she made her way towards town, where Nate's office was located. Arriving at the sleek and modern building, Delia parked her car on the side of the street and walked confidently towards the entrance. The receptionist greeted her with a warm smile and buzzed her into Nate's office without any delay. Stepping inside, Delia was immediately enveloped in Nate's welcoming embrace. His touch was familiar, yet Delia couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. “Delia, darling, thanks for coming by," Nate said, his voice smooth and charming as ever. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before gesturing for her to take a seat. “No problem, Nate," Delia replied with a polite smile, trying to ignore the flutter of discomfort in her chest. As Delia settled into the chair, Nate moved behind
The engines of both vehicles came to a halt as Delia's yellow Mini and Rafe's black Defender rolled into the driveway of Rafe's mansion almost simultaneously. Rafe immediately swung open the door of his car and was by Delia's side in an instant as she emerged from her vehicle. A warm smile graced his lips as he pulled her close, his touch sending warm tingles through her body. Before she could utter a word, his lips found hers in a brief yet demanding kiss, leaving her breathless. Interlacing his fingers with hers, Rafe led Delia towards the grand entrance of the mansion. But as they crossed the threshold, he paused, a wicked glint dancing in his eyes. “Come with me,” he whispered huskily as he guided her towards a small library just off the hallway. Once inside the dimly lit space, Rafe wasted no time in pulling her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate frenzy. Their kisses grew more urgent, more insistent, as the heat between them intensified. Rafe
Delia found herself standing inside her closet, staring at the row of dresses in front of her. Her eyes scanning the array of colors and styles, searching for the perfect ensemble for her date with Rafe that evening. Earlier that day, she had ventured back to the town boutique to look for an outfit, but nothing caught her eye. Frustrated, she returned home and turned to her closet for inspiration. She was beyond excited about tonight and she wanted to look perfect for her first official date with Rafe. She wished Aria were here to help her pick something out. After what felt like hours of deliberation, she finally decided on a pale pink dress with a sweetheart neckline, adorned with delicate black piping and spaghetti straps. As she slipped it on, the fabric draped elegantly over her curves, the A-line skirt swishing softly over her thighs with each movement. She accessorized the dress with a delicate black choker necklace and slipped into a
As a stunning redhead approached their table, Rafe's expression shifted slightly, a hint of tension creeping into his features. Delia couldn't help but notice the change, sensing an undercurrent of unease radiating from him. The woman stopped beside their table, her gaze fixed on Rafe with an intensity that made Delia's stomach churn with apprehension. “Well, well, well, if it isn't Raphael Donovan," she purred, her voice dripping with sultry charm Dressed in a form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the woman was tall and looked like a model with fiery auburn hair. Her attire was accessorized with delicate gold jewelry that glimmered in the soft candlelight, adding a hint of glamour. She was a vision of beauty with full, ruby-red lips that curved into a playful smile, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. Rafe's jaw tightened imperceptibly, his silver eyes narrowing as he regarded the woman before him. "Natasha," he acknowl
As Delia followed Ethan into the villa, her facade of composure crumbled, her distress evident in the tremble of her hands and the quiver of her voice. Turning to Ethan, she couldn't contain the torrent of questions and emotions swirling within her. “Why didn't anyone warn me about Natasha?" Delia demanded with hurt evident in her green eyes. "I had no idea Rafe was involved with her." Ethan's eyes softened, his eyes reflecting empathy. "Delia, Natasha doesn't mean a thing to Rafe," he reassured her, his tone gentle yet firm. Delia scoffed incredulously, her frustration boiling over. "It certainly didn't seem that way tonight," she retorted. Ethan sighed, a mixture of sympathy and frustration flickering in his eyes. "Yes, Rafe and Natasha have history," he admitted. "But that was awhile ago and long before he met you. I can't even begin to tell you how much you affect him." Delia shook her head in disbelief, her heart heavy with doubt and insecurity. "If that were true, Et
The sound of crashing waves provided a soothing backdrop as the moon casted a luminous glow over Delia's figure as she stood by the water's edge, her gaze fixed on the horizon. For a moment, Rafe simply watched her, his heart swelling with a mixture of longing and regret. He knew he had hurt her, and the thought gnawed at him relentlessly. Summoning every ounce of courage he possessed, Rafe took a hesitant step forward, the cool sand shifting beneath his feet. "Delia," he called out softly, his voice carrying across the gentle night breeze. Startled, Delia turned towards him, her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of him standing there, his imposing silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. “Rafe," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension. Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Rafe took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “Delia," he murmured, his voice a low
As Rafe hoists Delia over his shoulders and carries her to the villa, her body trembles with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. His palm kneading her behind, he easily holds her weight up the rocky terrain. When they finally enter the villa, he leads them straight to her bedroom. With a swift motion, he throws her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath her. Delia's heart races as she meets his hungry gaze. She scoots back nervously, her eyes locked on him as he approaches with a predatory glint in his eyes. But before she can protest or resist, he grasps both her legs, pulling them forward while simultaneously stripping off her pajama shorts, leaving her bottom half bare to him. Rafe stares at her beautiful glistening core as if entranced, his desire evident in the hungry look in his eyes. "Mine," he whispers hoarsely before diving in and tasting her directly for the first time. Delia gasps at the sensation of his warm tongue, her fingers clutching at th